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“Whenever you’re not around, it’s all I can do to think about you. I crave you…You make me want to be a better man, Ellie.” With these words, the beautiful and damaged Aiden Black asked me to marry him.
He has made me the happiest woman in the world, even though our life together is far from perfect. My best friend needs justice for what happened to her in Maine and Aiden is now unemployed after his billion dollar company was stolen from him. Will all this turmoil make us stronger or will it just make us fall apart?
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“I’m going to do bad things to you,” I say after a moment. As much as I love her, I also crave her. This trip to the Caribbean is going to be so much more than a trip for us to get to know each other. No, I need to blow off some steam. Way too much shit has happened recently to both of us. And we deserve some time to…get to know each other in another way.
“Oh, really?” she asks, her eyes twinkling in the starlight. “Like what?”
“Mr. Black is coming back. With a vengeance.”
Her body quivers, but she doesn’t budge. I inhale deeply. This is something I’ve been thinking about for quite some time. But other things have come up, gotten in the way. And now, well, the timing couldn’t be better.
“I need you to sign a contract.”
“What kind of contract?”
“A contract that will make you mine.”
She looks surprised, appalled even. But then a small smile forms at the corner of her lips.
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Indebted (Book 1)
When 25 yr. old waitress, Brielle, receives a mysterious check for $250,000, she uses the money to pay for her mother's very expensive cancer treatment, saving her life.
Two years later, she is called to pay back her debt. All she has to do is travel to an isolated mansion and work for one year as a personal assistant to an arrogant asshole whom she hates.
Wyatt Wild is a gorgeous alpha billionaire playboy who is not used to girls saying no to him. He has bedded models, actresses and socialites and then a waitress from some crappy roadside cafe dares to reject him. Who does she think she is?
Wyatt always gets what he wants and his desires focus on the innocent and stubborn Brielle. Neither give in easily and they quickly get locked in a game of seduction.
**WARNING: Steamy scenes, NO Cheating, HEA!
Chapter 1 - Wyatt
I wanted to fuck her the first time I saw her. She wasn’t my type. Not at all. A little plump with messy, brown hair and a sweaty forehead from taking too many orders and delivering food to strangers who left her fifty cent tips.
She was dressed in a plain white t-shirt and ratty jeans. The jeans dragged a bit on the floor and the holes were definitely not made by a manufacturer. No respectable girl I knew would ever wear something like that, and that made me want her even more.
Her jeans were tight at the waist, and she adjusted them periodically. Pulling them up over her hips while pulling down her shirt. She was trying to hide her figure, as if she was embarrassed by her gorgeous thighs, hips, and breasts. Contemporary society is all fucked up. This girl’s –this woman’s body, was what every man wants. Every straight man of every race, ethnicity, and creed. A tiny waist, shapely hips and legs, and breasts big enough to grab on to. Despite that, all the women’s magazines try to do is to convince them that they’re too fat because they’re not shaped like 12-year-old boys!
The name tag on her shirt said, ‘Brielle,’ which was a fancy French name to have for a girl who worked at a crappy roadside diner in the middle of the workday. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that this was her full-time job. I would be surprised if she worked here to get through school. There wasn’t a college for a hundred miles in any direction.
No, this Brielle was all wrong for me, and the worst part was that she didn’t have any money!
I don’t like girls without money. It’s not because I’m shallow. It’s because I’m practical. I don’t fuck girls without money, because it gets too complicated. It’s much more likely to make things more complicated. Girls without money feel taken advantage of. They want to see me more. They think that a one night stand is unreasonable, and if it goes past one or two nights then they want me to save them. Rescue them from their pathetic little lives. But I’m not a prince. I’m not a white knight either. I don’t have it in me, even though I do own a white horse that I love to ride.
I don’t like to rescue girls. I don’t like needy girls. No, the girls I fuck have to have their own careers – a starring role in a TV show, a signed contract with a prominent modeling agency, or at the very least, a reasonably-sized trust fund with one or two million from mommy and daddy. Oh hell, who are we kidding? It’s always from daddy.
I established these rules long ago, and I abide by them religiously. They are there to keep both of us safe. To make sure that we both have fun, but not too much. I don’t want the girls I fuck to have expectations about me. Expectations that I will never live up to.
And now, walking into this café and seeing Brielle, I’m ready to toss them out of the window. I want her. I want to put my throbbing cock in her wet pussy and pull her hair until she moans.
I get hard in anticipation as I watch her take an order from an old trucker at the next table.
“Hey, what the hell do you think you’re doing?” Brielle says, pushing his hand away from her ass.
I was too focused on her breasts that I hadn’t even noticed the trucker’s itchy hand reach out and grab her ass.
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” he says sarcastically and laughs to his friend.
“Not as sorry as you’re going to be,” she says, grabbing his uneaten plate of food.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“I don’t know where you think you are, but this isn’t that kind of establishment. You can’t just go around touching women inappropriately here. And you’d better get the hell out.”
“
But I didn’t finish eating,” the trucker stands up dumbfounded. He reaches out for his plate, but she moves it away from him.
“You’re done,” she says with the kind of determination in her voice that makes me ever more hard. “Please leave,” Brielle says. “And don’t come back.”
“I’d like to see your manager, you little cunt. You’re going to get fired.”
“I’m the manager here. Now, get the fuck out!”
I get out of the booth and stand next to her. I’m thankful for my loose fitting jeans.
“You heard her, sir,” I say. “The lady would like you to leave. So please leave.”
People at the next booths start to clap and cheer, and my friends join in. The trucker and his friend curse her out, but head towards the door.
“You’re a real cunt. You know that? You’re going to be sorry for this!”
I’m standing right next to her and, though, she’s trying to stay strong, I can see that she’s really shaken. Her chest is flushed, and the trucker’s plate is rattling slightly in her hand.
“That was really impressive,” I say.
She turns to me.
“I’m probably going to get fired over it.”
“I thought you were the manager?”
“No,” she shakes her head and starts to gather the plates and cutlery from the trucker’s booth. “The manager’s coming in later tonight. I’m just the waitress.”
“Well, I don’t see why you’d get fired. He had no right to grab your ass like that. He was a real asshole.”
“Thanks,” she smiles. Her smile lights up the room. “Can I get that in writing from you?”
“Yes, of course.”
I startle her. Catch her off-guard, in a good way. I like that.
“I’m just kidding,” she finally says. “Let me just get all this stuff to the kitchen, and I’ll come back and take your order.”
When I return to the booth, the guys laugh and slap me on the shoulders. They know she’s not my type, they know that I’m breaking my rules.
“I don’t know, Tyler. Looks like Wyatt’s in love,” Logan laughs.
“With a waitress!” Tyler chimes in.
“What happened to only dating girls with jobs or rich girls? Preferably both?” Ryan asks.
“She’s got a job,” I say. “We’re at her job.”
“Oh, please. A waitress? That’s not a real job. You’re breaking your rules, and you know it,” Logan jokes.
It’s all in good fun, but right now I hate their teasing. They’re right of course, and still I want her.
“Nothing’s happening. I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say as assertively as possible.
“We see the way you’re looking at her,” Ryan says. “We’re not blind.”
“I was just impressed with what she did. Brielle’s got spunk.”
“Oh, Brielle, is it? You two are on a first name basis already?” Tyler chuckles. Dammit. I shouldn’t have let that slip.
“It’s on her fuckin’ name tag, idiot,” I try to save myself. But they’re not buying it.
Brielle comes back to our table to take our order. After writing down everyone else’s orders, she looks up at me from her notepad. My cock gets hard again, and I push it back down, under the table.
“You know, you made quite an impression on our friend, Wyatt, here,” Logan suddenly says.
“Is that so?”
“I really liked how you handled that trucker,” I say. I feel like I’m on my back foot. I don’t like coming on to girls in this manner. I glare at Logan, but he doesn’t stop.
“Wyatt was just telling us that you’re not at all like the girls we’re used to,” Logan continues.
“Well, working for a living would do that to you,” she says with a smile. I hate how she mocks me for having money. I want her even more now. I want to push her down on the bed, and I want her to let me tie her hands to the bedpost. I want to tease her until she screams my name.
“So what would you like? Wyatt, is it?” she turns to me.
I had picked out something on the menu, but now I couldn’t remember what it was.
“What would you recommend, Brielle?” I say reading her name tag. Her name is burned on my cock, but I can’t let her know that. Not yet.
“Our spinach omelet with feta cheese is quite good.”
“Okay, I’ll take that.”
The café clears out a bit. While my friends continue to pick at their food, I excuse myself and head towards the bathroom. Before I get there, I pop into the back and find Brielle sitting on a crate reading a book. She quickly puts it away, but not before I catch the title. Jane Eyre. My sister’s favorite.
“Can I help you with something?”
“No, not really.”
She stares at me. I know I need a reason for being here.
“Yes, actually. I was just wondering if I can take you out for a drink sometime.”
I catch her off-guard. Her face lights up, and a brief smile crosses her face.
“That’s probably not a good idea,” she says with a forlorn sigh.
“Why’s that?”
“Well, for one thing, you don’t even live here.”
“How do you know?” I ask.
She furrows her brows and folds her arms across her chest, pressing her breasts together in front of me. They look as if they are on a platter, and it requires all the strength within me not to reach out and touch them.
“People who drive Bentleys don’t live around here.”
She’s right, of course.
“And the other thing?”
She takes a deep breath.
“I’m not looking for a relationship.”
“Who said anything about a relationship?” I ask and immediately regret my choice of words.
“And I’m definitely not looking for anything casual.”
“Why’s that?” I ask.
I should just drop it, but I can’t. No one, and I mean no one, has ever turned me down. I can’t even believe that this is really happening. Maybe she’s just toying with me. Maybe she’s just flirting.
“Because I’m not into one night stands, Wyatt,” she says and walks away. I love the sound of my name in her mouth. I want to put more of me there.
Brielle avoids eye contact with me the rest of the time that we are there. That makes me want her even more. She iss feisty and hot, and she doesn’t take shit from anyone. An unusual girl. I wanted her so much then, I thought I was going to explode.
When she comes over with the check, I purposely extend my hand. She tries to place the plastic cover with the check into my hand, but I take the opportunity to reach out and touch her. Her touch is electric. It sends shivers through my body.
Suddenly, Brielle lets go of the plastic cover, and it drops to the floor.
“I’m sorry,” she says. “I’m so clumsy.”
“No, I’m the one who’s sorry,” I apologize.
I see Logan, Tyler, and Ryan smirking at me from around the table, but my eyes remain fixed on Brielle. When she bends over, her cleavage expands, and her breasts look like they are going to spill out of her t-shirt.
“Thank you,” I say and hand Logan the check.
It is Logan’s turn to cover the bill. We never split the bill, unless it was a VIP table at a Vegas nightclub or something extravagant like that. The bill at this roadside café hardly registered as real money. Logan’s family is equally wealthy, but he is cheap on tips. If the girl didn’t flirt with him or go really out of her way to impress him, he didn’t like to leave her more than fifteen percent.
I make sure that I am the last one out of the booth and quickly slip a $100 bill under the check.
Chapter 2 - Brielle
I notice him just as he pulls into our little dusty parking lot with his Bentley. That car costs more money than I’ll make in a decade. There are five guys in it, all equally attractive and cocky, but he is the only one who catches my attention.
Tall, handsome, tan. Blue eyes and dark sandy hair that made him look like a brooding dark stranger and a surfer boy depending on the light.
He strolled into my café with a confident and laid back swagger that would make male models jealous. There’s a carefree nature to his demeanor and yet, at the same time, there’s something very intense about him.
I like the way that he says my name. I like the way that he’s impressed with my ability to deal with annoying pestering old men. What he doesn’t know is that, unfortunately, I’m used to unwanted sexual advances from gross strangers. What that trucker did was one of the least offensive things, frankly. The men who come in the middle of the night try worse things.
Wyatt wants to take me out for a drink. Yes, yes, yes, I say to myself. Say yes. You deserve this. But I reject him. I want to say yes, more than anything, but I can’t. I’m too fragile to have my heart broken by the likes of him. Of course, it would happen. He’s cocky and rich and arrogant, and guys like that only want one thing. The thing that I certainly want to have with him, but not now. Not considering everything else I have that’s going on.
The following day, just as the sun throws its harshest rays on our dusty part of the world, my mind drifts back to Wyatt. If only he would walk back into this place. If only he would ask me again. Then maybe I would say yes. But it’s all a daydream.
My mind drifts from one part of his body to another. He’s got the kind of veins lining his forearms that make me wet in my panties. I want to pull off that $200 t-shirt and run my fingers over his chiseled abs. I want to grab both of his butt cheeks at the same time and get down on my knees before him.
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